Elsewhere.
Within a mountain range in Demon Country.
Broken rocks lay everywhere, the air was thick with smoke and dust, and a cold, sinister aura shrouded the surroundings.
At that moment, Shinnō stood bare-chested at the center of the rubble, the muscles all over his body bulging as if he were a mountain.
There were still plenty of wounds on him deep enough to show bone, and large amounts of blood flowed from them like streams, dyeing his entire body until he looked like a man made of blood. The blood filled the shallow pits beneath his feet one after another.
Yet not only was there no pain on Shinnō's face, he had instead become extraordinarily excited.
The wounds on his body were also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Done?"
Obito Uchiha, who had been hiding in the Kamui Dimension and watching the show for quite a while, saw that the surrounding Stone Statues showed no signs of recovering again and emerged from the Kamui Dimension.
In his hand, he was also carrying a middle-aged man with long black hair and a short beard.
After coming out, he casually tossed the man straight onto the ground.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's face was already filled with panic and terror.
He had never expected that the Undead Legion created using Lord Moryo's power, which possessed the trait of immortality, would actually be beaten by the old man before him until none of them could recover.
The power he had been so proud of was actually this pathetic before this old man.
"More or less."
Hearing Obito Uchiha's question, Shinnō nodded with a satisfied expression.
Ever since joining this organization, it had been a long time since he had felt this good.
The Zero Tails he had